CHAPTER 9
Bartlett
I get Abby in my truck, Hijinx in her lap, and I crank up the heat. "Okay," I say, looking at her as I pull out of town, headed toward my cabin. "Here's the plan. We're going to get back to the cabin, rest and change, and then I'm going to take you out on the town."
She laughs. "Okay. I like the beginning of that, but you don't have to take me out, Bartlett. Don't you have to go back to work or something?"
I shake my head, running my hand over her thigh, hating that her jeans are getting in the way between my hand and her bare skin. "No, my guys are closing up tonight. I'm thinking a nice dinner, candlelight. What do you say?"
"They have a fancy restaurant in Home?" Abby asks with a smirk. "I haven't seen anything like that."
"Well, you don't know everything that there is here. And, in fact, there's a popup restaurant tonight called Home Grown. It's this bougie place with all organic vegetables, farm-raised beef, and nice wine from organic farms."
"Ooh," Abby says, shrugging her shoulders. "Sounds fancy."
"And I already got us a reservation. Well, Lemon got us a reservation."
"Really?" Abby says. "You did that, even though you thought I was this lying girl who didn't even come in on a train?"
"I knew you came in on a train, and I never thought you were a liar. That was Rye, and he was wrong, Abracadabra."
Abby laughs. "Oh, my God. I can't believe you found out my real name."
"I'm going to find everything out about you sooner or later," I say. "I mean, if you'll let me."
Abby licks her lips. Now it's her turn to run her hand up and down my thigh, over my thick cock that's growing harder by the minute.
"Oh, I'm interested in learning all kinds of things about one another," she says. "Last night we didn't learn quite enough, did we?"
"Not even close," I growl as I pull up to my cabin, putting my truck in park and practically dragging that woman inside.
Hijinx is passed out by the fire soon enough, and her and me? We’re stripping our clothes in the bathroom. Our jeans are on the floor. The hot water is cranked up high. Her panties are at her ankles, and her bra is lost. Just like me. I'm lost in her body, her eyes, her tits, her ass. Fuck, this girl is incredible.
"What?" she asks as I shake my head, looking her over, up and down, and loving every damn inch.
"I really like the way you look," I tell her. "And I like the way you laugh, and the way you think, and the way you are."
"That's a lot of compliments for a girl who has spent her life thinking she wasn't quite enough."
"I don't even know what you did in the circus," I say. "Tell me everything. Were you a contortionist? Fuck, please tell me you were a contortionist."
She laughs, hard. "Oh, my God, you are such a man."
I stroke my cock up and down, and then I take her hand, showing her where she belongs. She begins to take hold of me the way I need her to as we step into the shower. I turn on the second shower head and then, fuck, it's bliss. Her and me, there. Wet, aching, ready.
"I was not a contortionist," she says, the water running in rivulets over her breasts, her hair. She looks so sexy and my body is primed to take her. My cock is aching for her sweet, tight pussy. But first, I want to enjoy this moment, this steamy shower made for two.
"I was a tightrope walker," she says, her eyes widening. "What do you think of that?"
"You can balance then, huh?"
She nods. "Yeah."
"You think you can balance on my cock?"
She laughs; her head falls back. "Oh, my God. Yeah, I think I can."
"Good," I say. I lift her up and I place her back against the tiled wall of the shower, lowering her down on my thick cock.
"Oh, yes," she moans as she sinks down on me.
"There you go, baby. Just like that."
"Oh, fuck," she moans loudly.
"Just nice and slow," I tell her, but there's no such thing. My cock is hungry. Her pussy is willing and, fuck, it's time to take her for a ride. She begins to bounce. Those tits of hers are squeezed against my chest and I kiss her mouth hard.
Her tongue finds mine and I inhale that woman. I take her like I've never taken her before. I fuck her against the shower wall as she rides me up and down, bouncing like a little toy. My toy.
"Yeah. I guess you can balance, can't you?" I say, pulling back from the kiss and looking into her eyes. My hand on her ass, she wraps her arms around my neck, holding on for her fucking life.
"Oh, my God," she whimpers as I fuck her nice and good the way she deserves and needs and didn't even know was fucking possible.
"Is this what you've been waiting for?" I ask her. "Is this what you were hoping was going to happen when you came Home?"
"This is better than I imagined," she says, panting in my ear, sucking on my earlobe, as I begin to thrust deeper into her tight channel. She cries out as she comes, her sweet slit dripping as I finish.
I lift her up and off of me, her toes touching the tiled floor, and she spins around, her hands on the wall, her cheek against the cool tile. My hands running up and down the curve of her back, between her legs, over her pussy. My fingers diving deep into her sweet hole, finger-fucking her. Catching her off guard as I do.
"Oh, God," she cries, gripping the wall for something, anything, to hold onto as she grinds her ass against my hand. I begin to finger her harder, my cock growing by the second, and she loves it. “I need you.”She's ready for more. Hungry, willing, able.
"Me too, baby. Me too." I get her cunt nice and ripe, and then, before she knows what's happening, she begins to tense around my fingers, coming all over again against my hand. She cries out, louder this time, and it's hot as hell.
When she finishes, she spins around, looking up at me with eyes filled with wonder, lust, and something deeper, something more.
"Oh, my God," she says. "You're making me..."
"What?" I say. "Tell me."
"You're making me want to stay forever."
"Good," I say. "Then I better keep fucking you so you never leave."
She drops to her knees and begins to stroke my cock up and down. The water from the shower head is still nice and warm, and she begins to suck my cock like my fucking queen. I look at her on her knees, pleasuring me, and my cock hardens, aching under her suction.
"Oh, God," I groan, looking at her perfection, her mouth nice and tight. Those lips sucking me, her head bobbing up and down as she gets me off like a good lover. My lover.
I'm not letting this girl go. Ever. My cock is hungry and ready, and my hot seed shoots out from my tip, filling her mouth. I watch as she swallows, filling her belly. "Fuck," I groan, gripping the wall as I finish.
She keeps sucking, up and down, her hands playing with my balls. They're tight, tense, until I'm done. She stands. She smiles. She licks her lips.
"I've never done that before," she says. "How'd I do?"
"Don't ask a question like that," I say. "You know how you did."
She grins. "That good, huh?"
I nod, drawing her mouth to mine. "Fuck, Abby. Forget the past. We are the perfect fucking pair."